Here it is
I’m a lonesome dog
Here it is
I’m a lonesome dog
I keep looking
for somewhere to belong
maybe that’s nowhere
You remind me
that it’s not next to you
I’m 31 today.
I have never really made a 5 year plan, a 1 year plan, a 1 month plan, hardly even a 1 week plan.
I never saw my future. Looking forward has always been cloudy. Now I’m 31.
I’m in school studying science, and I still don’t see my future. I take it day by day and I don’t know any other way. I’m 31 today.
I think I did my best writing when I was in a manic period. I haven’t been that way in a year. Sometimes I miss it. I could write with passion. Pain made me. I was an emotional masochist. I loved to hurt. It made me feel like someone cared enough about me to make me feel some way. Even in a bad way, it was some way.
I’m stepping on eggshells today
Every single one is sharp
Like a new knife
it’s 6pm and I just ate dinner
I lay to rest in bed
I’m exhausted from nothing
but I need to rest
he comes to check on me
he had been asking a day whats wrong
and I feel guilty
for being this way
i am silent
and then I say
‘I am so tired of being tired’
now I am crying
and he leans over to hug me
and he says its ok
i am here for you
I’ll never do it, really. But I have been preoccupied with thoughts of it a lot lately. I let my foot slip off the break pedal a little when I am waiting in traffic. It’s stupid but I keep thinking of driving into traffic. I was in a car accident once where my car spun out and I lost control. My coffee cup in the holder went flying, I went flying. I closed my eyes real tight and I screamed as the car flew into the air. I was alone in the car and it was dark and I was on the freeway.
I think I want to lose control like in that car accident. And I can’t stop thinking about it.
I joined gym again about a month ago. At first, I was so gun-ho. Or is it gung-ho? It’s become kind of a struggle to find time between working, eating dinner, and wanting to lay in bed in the dark all evening.
I have gained 60lbs in the last 4 years. Before that, uppers were my savior. Every sad, horrible feeling that I didn’t know how to deal with had disappeared. I had so much energy. I thought I was finally truly happy. The sun was always shining for me and I lost 25 lbs. I tried it again last year and it didn’t work. I was desperate.
I’m trying to do this legit now. Hard work, healthy food choices, and not rushing myself or looking for a quick fix.
I usually get out of bed around 4:30am-5:00am. The 2nd thing that pops into my mind every morning is a song. Any random song. And its stuck in my head until 6:06 when I drive to work. I might not have heard it for years and there it is. I try to set the tone of the day by thinking of positive songs if I start off with a negative one. Its interesting and some days its kind of annoying. It’s better than the non-stop counting I do, sometimes. 39-40-41-42-43…..as I feed my dog. I hate doing that but I can’t stop myself.
I don’t really know what to write about. Things have been good outside of me. Internally, I am struggling to make it through the day. I try to figure out what exactly making me feel so sad. I can’t come up with anything. I am lonely and irritable and whiny, though. I hate being that way.
Once a week for 3 weeks longer, I see a massage therapist for a work injury. I sprained my back badly last November. It was a terrible pain but mostly it has subsided.
I want to write about this because I am in awe of how my mood has improved from getting off the massage table today. Where for the past week I had been feeling angry, miserable and abandoned, I now feel euphoric. I feel this high and I don’t want it to leave.
Everything is beautiful